There is a sort of jealousy which needs very little fire it is hardly a passion but a blight bred in the cloudy damp despondency of uneasy egoism.
More helpful than all wisdom is one draught of simple human pity that will...
What we used to say was whoever had the bow tie got to lead the band. There...
Great indeed is the sublimity of the Creative to which all beings owe their beginning and which permeates all heaven.
